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- Robb Bank$ Bring It Bak 歌词
- Robb Bank$
- Bring It Bak （）-Robb Bank $
Yeah we spillin'on them n**gas for real you dig
Tuh
Rich spillin'that sh*t on 'em
Hap-hap-hap-happy
Nah mean
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah you dig
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah you dig
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah you dig
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah you dig
Drippin'on them ***** n**gas really though
Shoot a n**ga then I take a video
***** Hulk Smash'd now it look like Cheerios
N**ga I'm in that Hellcat backseat eatin'cereal
Redbone cutthroat dig
**** boy magic drove sin
My family never rattin'I'm the last Don
Mafioso in this ***** I told 'em get low
I got a whole band of crooks for a broke h*e
Know Phone finna go and get some toto and get the dome
Never did no drive-by they in slow-mo I just walk up
N**ga I'ma make sure those crackers don't find you call it chalk dust
Yeah 4301just without the bums ain't nothin'new
You see I ****ed a witch I tried to hitch gave her a broom
Talked to God today about the plan he told on you
Show my **** on IG I'ma need a super zoom SSET
Don't drink Tech no IT I could teach you what I do did that
****ed a ***** in Portland the next day I caught the flu
I drink syrup when it get boring it ain't never nothing new
I ain't sleep I'm never snorin'
I check on my opps way more than you uh
Bring your a**back
Bring your a**back
Bring your a**back
Bring your a**back
Girl bring it back
Shake it for a stack
Walkin'with the MAC
Push your sh*t back
We them n**gas poppin'
We them n**gas on it
We them n**gas wildin'
We just they follow
My h*es in Armani
That's how you identify 'em
N**ga we the SSET Almighty
Y'all them n**gas droppin'
Top off the Benz left with your friend
Her tract ain't sewed in blew off in the wind
Phone off the Xan they sleep on me again
Nikki rub my back and she got stabbed
These n**gas part time traitors and full time haters
I don't know where they do that at
Say they pullin'up on you but you know they all fu body rubber
So you know I had to scream Free Bam
My clip bubble when it's 93degrees like **** it
I ain't finna compromise my fit
Duct tape your momma lil n**ga you don't want no trouble
But I gotta break off my wrist
What you sayin'
We the gang
Sendin'hits we ain't come to play
***** you a trick I let you buy my main
Pimpin'***** raise up your cup mane
Dig
Bring your a**back
Bring your a**back
Girl bring it back
Shake it for a stack
Walkin'with the MAC
Push your sh*t back
We them n**gas poppin'
We them n**gas yeah
We them n**gas
We them n**gas droppin'
We them n**gas poppin'
We them n**gas droppin'
We them n**gas poppin'
We them n**gas droppin'
Drop drop
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